My Ex's Father Is My Alpha Daddy

Chapter 9: Dripping wet

Elara

Helena looked strangely at me as I entered the house and I couldn't understand why, but I didn't have enough time to ask what's up with her as I made for my room.

I entered the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind me, I pulled off my tank top.

My jeans followed immediately.

My underwear was soaked through, I was literally dripping wet.

I hissed as I pulled it off and tossed it into a basin, my back to the wall as I fought the urge to touch myself, reminding myself who the other man is, but the memory of the heat of his body against mine, the solid wall of muscle that had pinned me so effortlessly, the way his finger had traced my lips, it all replayed in my mind with vicious clarity.

My thighs pressed together instinctively, the friction sending another jolt through my core.

What would those large palms feel like cupping my breasts? His fingertips trailing over my n*****s?

My eyes fluttered shut as I reached behind me, fumbling with the clasp of my bra. The hooks gave way, and the scrap of lace barely hit the floor before my hands were on my breasts.

I squeezed, imagining his hands instead of mine. My n*****s hardened instantly, and I rolled them between my fingers, pinching harder than I normally would. A gasp escaped my lips as electricity shot through me, straight to my c**t. My thighs squeezed together painfully, the muscles trembling with restraint.

“Alpha,” I breathed, the word barely audible in the small bathroom. My hand trailed lower, fingers brushing over my stomach, dipping into my navel. I was dripping wet, my folds slick and swollen. My middle finger slid between them, circling my entrance before pushing inside.

I imagined it was his long and thick finger inside me, stretching me as I pumped it in and out. My hips rocked against my hand, seeking more. I added another finger, curling them to hit that spot inside that made my toes curl.

My other hand returned to my breasts, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching the sensitive peaks as my thumb found my c**t, rubbing in tight circles.

The pressure built rapidly, my thighs beginning to shake. I braced myself against the wall with my free hand, my head falling back.

“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn't sure if I was begging him or myself. “Alpha, please…”

The orgasm hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled, and I slid down the wall to the floor, my fingers still buried deep inside me. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my p***y clenching around my fingers. I cried out, the sound muffled by the hand I'd slapped over my mouth at the last second.

It was only after the orgasms that I came to my senses.

My breath came in short bursts, I pulled myself up, the shame finally crashing on me as I saw the panties I'd thrown into the basin earlier.

I opened the tap and quickly washed it with my bra as if to hide what I'd just done.

I bathed after that, getting rid of Alpha Damon's last scent.

After getting dressed, I went out to the kitchen to see if there was anything I could help Helena with, but I saw mom at the dining table, laying the plates.

“Oh Elara, you're out. We're just about to have dinner.” Helena, who just emerged from the corner with a food tray, said with a small smile.

I nodded as I pulled out a chair and sat down as mom started sorting everyone's portions.

“So, your mom and I have thought about what to do next.”

“We're moving?” I really hope we are, what happened in the bathroom not long ago was a testament that staying here might be a lot harder than I initially thought.

“No!” They both exclaimed at once.

Helena rolled her eyes and started to explain, “Since I'm a healer, I can take you under me as an apprentice. You don't have to feel depressed about your role, I'll make you love it. Plus, if you learn faster, you can volunteer to follow the warriors to fights to offer assistance.”

“Thank you, Helena, but I won't be needing that anymore,” I replied.

Helena paused, a plate hovering in her hand. “But Elara, it's impossible to stay in the pack without a registered role.”

“Nope,” I said with a smile. “Actually, you might be sharing a table with a warrior right now.”

“Wait a minute… you don't mean–?” Her mouth was wide open now, her eyes practically popping out of her head.

“Yes, I start training tomorrow.”

“Wow, you’re really a lucky one. I didn't expect he'd actually switch roles for you,” she said, still trying to process it. “Well, since you're a warrior now, then I hope you will finally be able to enjoy more of the pack as you want.”

“Yeah.” I answered non enthusiastically as the reality of my situation crashed back in.

I don't know why the man's presence affected me so much, and thinking about what happened earlier in the bathroom, my stomach twisted.

I haven't even touched myself in forever, and now I just did it because Alpha Damon had his finger on my lips. I must be going insane.

And on top of that, I just got my roles switched, which means I will be seeing so much more of him.

God, what have I done?

I guess I just have to avoid being alone with Alpha Damon for the little time I'll stay in Redridge and hope all will be fine, while I figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

But deep down, I already knew I was walking straight into a trap of my own making.

Yeah, right. I was completely screwed